``new clothes to put on the rack** ;;

[JazZorra]

After she had gone shopping this morning for a little while, Jazz decided that she was going to put a few of the clothing items on her rack in the dressing room so that she could possibly wear it later on, when her band performed tonight. She had bought things this morning, but hadn't even tried anything on - that was how she was though, always the buy and try on later type of gal. The guys in her band thought that she was ridiculous for doing things that way, but she brushed them off every time they started nagging her about something anyway, so at that point, it didn't really matter to her what they would say.

She was in the midst of putting a few new shirts on hangers with pants that they would go best with, when she got down to the last couple of black plastic bags that she had brought back with her. These bags were of course filled with the utmost best accessories anybody could ever imagine! A few of these things included a black studded belt, a handcuff earrings, and a new pair of converses that she wanted. So, that meant that today couldn't have gotten any better.

She then received a text message on her phone that was from one of the guys that informed her that they were going to be rehearsing soon for tonight's show and that they wouldn't have any time later to get ready, since they would be the first one's on the stage. So, she was to go get ready now while she still had the time. They of course didn't know where she was, since she went out while they were all still asleep when she had left earlier. Oh well, just like the saying goes, you snooze, you lose. And in this case, the boys snoozed, and they lost Jazz.

After texting back that she was now in the changing room, she closed her cellphone and went over to her bulging rack of new clothes. She picked out a cute new pair of striped black pants, as well as it's matching top, both made by the company Dickie's. She removed her current shirt from her body and tossed it to the bottom shelf of the clothing rack. She then removed her dark navy blue jeans that she was currently wearing and threw them in the same place as her shirt. She then reached for the bag that had her new studded belt in it and put it through the hoops of her pants, even though she had yet to put them on. That was Jazz though, she had to make sure that the belt would fit the pants before she put them on. Thankfully, in this case it did.

Standing in her black bra that had bright red hearts and white skulls on them, as well as the matching pair of boy shorts underwear, Jazz went over to one of the mirrors and put her new earrings in her pierced ears. She seemed to do everything backwards when it came to getting dressed, but she didn't really care. This was how it normally was, although, she usually found herself getting dressed on the tour bus and walking around in front of the guys like this. She didn't mind though, she was proud of her body just the way that it was and she didn't mind if the guys looked or not. Every girls body was made up of the same things, the only thing making them different was the size.

[``vincent gates]

Vincent Gates was looking all over the tour bus for his guitar. He couldn't find it anywhere. He even looked in the closet for it. He asked his bandmates if they knew where it was. But then he had remembered, they damned roadies picked it up and brought back stage, in their changing room. He grabbed his wallet from his room and headed out the door towards the place they where most of the bands that alot of people knew where having there rehearsals.

Vincent quickly ran towards the back entrance giving his band's roadies the finger and giving them and a scowl. "Nobody touches my fucking guitar. Not even the roadies..."

[/color] He said pulling out his keys for the changing room. He opened it and walked in. His malicious gaze looked over each item till he founded his guitar case locked as always. He picked it up and slung the strap over his shoulder and walked out of the changing room. He sighed to himself.

"What the hell made the roadies stick everything in there.... They are definately loosing there damned jobs because of this..."[/color] He said as he looked at the door in front of him. The light was on. He looked at the lettering of the door. "All my Friends are Monsters. He has heard of that band before.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/size]

[JazZorra]

Finally putting a black tank top on, Jazz then continued on to fully clothe her almost bare body. She put her actual shirt on next, the zip up shirt that was striped and made by Dickie's. Then came her pants, the matching ones that went with her shirt. Although, right before she was about to put them on, she heard the door open and she looked up. She figured that it was one of her band-mates, but when she looked up, she noticed that she was wrong. She looked straight into the face of one of the band's roadies. "GET OUT OF MY DRESSING ROOM BEFORE I CUT YOUR INSIDES OUT WITH A DULL SPOON!" she screamed at him.

This was the fourth time that this guy had walked in on her changing and she was getting tired of it. Roadies weren't event allowed in their changing room because of the mishap about a year ago when three guitars and two basses disappeared, never to be found again, along with one of the roadies that they still couldn't find. Wherever he was though, he better have been happy, because those instruments that he had stolen were very expensive and they just so happened to be brand new. Jazz could see that this guy was starting to become just like that other guy. She'd have to tell the boys about him and see what they could do about replacing him as soon as they possibly could, because now, Jazz didn't trust him whatsoever.

The guy immediately ran out of the room, slamming the door loudly behind him. He was probably scared out of his mind from the words that Jazz had screamed at him, but then again, wouldn't anybody. After all, she threatened him that she would mutilate him with a dull spoon. She laughed a little bit about that, because it was the first thing that she had though of at that time and for the fact that it didn't sound like such a bad idea if the time called for it. But that was typical Jazz, since her band was all about the gore and shit like that.

Once she was fully clothed, she looked in the mirror. Honestly, she felt like she was a mess, although, everybody else thought that she looked wonderful. Although, she was more of a critic to herself than the worst critics in Hollywood. She sighed, knowing that she'd have to go find her make-up artist so that she could get her eye shadow back from her. They were actually best friends, surprisingly enough, since Jazz doesn't have many female friends. These two had known each other since kindergarten though, so it was okay. She stepped out of the dressing room door and looked up to see a guy looking her. Well, he may not have been looking at her directly, but he had been staring at something in the general direction that she was now facing away from. More than likely the dressing room door that had her band's logo on it. "Uhm, can I help you with something?" she asked him curiously.

[``vincent gates]

Vincent watched as the roadie had walked in on the person who was in the changing he started to laugh as he heard the girl inside scream at the roadie. Vincent watched as the roadie ran down the hall. He watched as he slipped and fell on the concrete floor. Vincent payed no attention as he focused on the door as it opened. He looked towards the girl who had just walked out. "Actually. I was just trying to see if I remembered some the bands. I remember yours from somewhere. But, I can't remember where."

[/color]

Vincent said bring his guitar into a more comfortable position, slighly showing the "While She Sleeps" logo on it. Vincent pulled out his sunglasses and put them over his face covering his green eyes. Only a small handful of people know that his eyes are green. Its not very helpful when your in a hardcore band and you have green eyes. Its the reason why he wears red colored contacts on stage. Another band called Slipknot does it as well because all of them have blue eyes.

"You are in All My Friends are Monsters?"[/color] He asked her scratching his shoulder. And looking towards the lights. Trying not to realize that he had to look down to talk to her.[/blockquote][/size][/blockquote]

[JazZorra]

Not sure what to think of his answer, Jazz just stared at him for a moment. Before she was able to make a comment about it, he asked her a question, wondering if she was in her band. "Yes, as a matter of fact I am," she stated simply. "I play the drums," she told him. "What about you? What's your claim to fame?" she asked him curiously. Jazz was a very curious person and she liked knowing just about everything. It didn't matter what it was exactly, unless it was something sexual and it was from one of the boys in her band, then she didn't want anything to do with what they were thinking about, talking about, wondering about, and/or actually doing. That would be by far, way too much information for Jazz to handle. Not only that, but she didn't want to hear about the guys fucking random chicks while they were on tour.

Suddenly, a very random thought came to her mind, she wondered what had happened to the guy she had yelled at only moments ago. She was wondering if she scared him so much to run away and never get in her way or go in her dressing room again, or if she had scared him so badly that he had decided to run away forever and to never return to the roadie business for the band "All My Friends Are Monsters." Jazz shook her head and let go of the thought, because she would found out eventually, because if they needed to find a new roadie because one had just so magically quit, then she'd know that she had done a good enough job at scaring the poor guy to near death. But hey, could you honestly blame her if the roadies knew that they weren't allowed to be in the dressing rooms? No, I didn't think so.

[``vincent gates]

Vincent sighed as she asked him what he was doing to become famous. He just smiled and looked down at her. "While She Sleeps, is mine, I'm the lead guitarist Vincent Gates."[/color] He said holding up his guitar case. In big red lettering it said Vinny G and below it was the band logo. "The roadies have been fucking with me since I got here. I think they are trying to get me back for cursing them out so many times. Plus I think the bus driver is in on it as well. I got left at a gas station on my way to Las Vegas."[/color] He said.

Vincent looked down the hall way where the roadie had slipped and fell. He had finally get up and was shaking his head, in pain. Vincent put guitar back on his shoulder and leaned against the wall. He looked towards the exit of the hallway they where in and someone had just entered, probably someone from another band.

[JazZorra]

Hearing the name of the band, Jazz sighed. There were a few girls that she had sort of met that she didn't like that were in that band or that were associated with it. Then Jazz thought about it and thought that it may be because she's not all to fond of being friends with chicks, so this may have been a little bit different since he was a guy after all. Well, there was only one way to find that out or not and that was to actually talk with him and possibly get to know him a little bit. That wouldn't be to hard, right? Who knows? Anything is possible when it comes to friendships with Miss Zorra.

Listening him complain about the roadies that his band had hired, Jazica felt his pain; she knew exactly what roadies were like and how hard they were to deal with. Honestly, if they weren't a necessary part of the set-up team and shit, she wouldn't have allowed the band to hire any, because all they did was mess things up. "Yeah, I feel your pain with the roadies. Thankfully, I only use drumsticks, although, mine glow in the dark and are really special to me. But I keep mine on the bus and under my mattress where the roadies can't find them. Not even my band knows where they are. So, now if they go missing after I put them there, I'll know who to blame," she said, laughing lightly.

"But honestly, don't even get me started on roadies and moving shit around and taking things. About a year ago now, one of our newer roadies stole three brand new guitars and two brand new basses from the dressing room, because that's where we originally kept our equipment. It was a lot easier than putting it in the bus after a show and then lugging it to the stage before a show. We still haven't found the guy who stole them, nor do I think that we're going to, but either way, that's why the rules for our roadies changed a bit. And if you were probably here about five minutes ago, you probably heard me yell at one of them, becaues they're not allowed in the dressing room anymore," Jazica told him.

Upon hearing that he was left at a gas station while on the way to Vegas, Jazz couldn't help but crack a smile. "Man, that's funny, but it must have sucked real big. How long were you stuck there before the band caught on that you weren't with them?" she asked him curiously. Once again, the questions started, but that's okay. She's always asked questions and she didn't think that it was a horrible thing to inquire bits of useless information, that way they wouldn't be so useless later on.

[``vincent gates]

Vincent listened as she talked about what had happened to the guitars and bass's being stolen. He shook his head. "Well my two guitars are the only things that are pretty special to me and my lucky pick that I found a few days ago in my acoustic guitar stuck in the strings. I hadn't played that thing in years."[/color] He said nodding, remembering how he found the black and red guitar pick in his acoustic guitar. Vincent put his hand inside his pocket and dug the pick out.

"I had this damned thing in my pocket when I found five hundred dollar bills in the trash can in highschool. Then again I found it in my pocket when we got a letter to play in the battle of the bands. But, we had lost of course. That was when I lost it."[/color] He said hearing about her bad luck with roadies. "Well, your a drummer, I don't expect a drummer to carry his or her own drum kit on stage. It looks kinda unprofessional. In my opinion. But, The roadies are not allowed to touch my guitar. I don't know what got into them to touch it."[/color]

Vincent laughed as she cracked a smiled when he said he had been left at a gas station. "It sucked big time. I was stuck there for about 2 hours. I was just lucky I had phone with me and my wallet."[/color] Vincent said.

[JazZorra]

Looking the pick that he claimed to be his lucky one, Jazz lifted her shirt a little bit, to reveal an outlined star on her rib cage. "That's my lucky charm," she said to him. "Ever since I got that tattoo, everything in my life has gone completely amazing," she told him. "The success of the band and everything," she said proudly. "Seems like I'm not the only one that believes in lucky charms," Jazica stated. "Although, I'm thankful that I can't misplace mine. I'm not really sure how I'd be able to pull something off like that though. If it's even humanly possible, I'm sure it'll be able to happen," she said softly.

"To be honest though, I used to have to carry my own drum set," she told him. "It sucked majorly because one time I dropped one on the ground and something sharp just so happened to be sticking up and pierced a hole into it. I thought that it was going to be horrible, because we were already a bit late. But I played with the whole in the center of it, by sticking one of my other drumsticks into the whole, keeping it closed and it was a nice show. That's when I knew that my lucky charm had been a lucky one for real," Jazz told him. "As for the roadies though, would you like my dull spoon?" Jazz asked him. "I found that it really works, as you've noticed already," she told him.

"Well, at least you're here now. And the only thing that you can hope for, it that they don't do it again. Either that, or you can threaten them with their job and see how far that takes you," she said. "If that doesn't work, then you can always hitch a ride on our bus. We're a big family, so you might just fit in," she told him.

[``vincent gates]

Vincent nodded as she lifted up her a little bit to show him her lucky charm. "Yeah, well I might as well just get a chain and put mine around my neck, And yeah I believe in lucky charms. Yeah well, It is possible to loose a tattoo. And find a new one on you after a night or two of drinks with some friends. I found one on my shoulder that i know idea when i got it."[/color] Vincent said.

"Yeah, thats gotta suck.... My first showing, I had a huge stomach ache, I found myself having to take a shit every time we had a 5 minute break. I'm never eating chinese take out ever again."[/color] Vincent said as he started to laugh, as she said if he wanted to borrow her dull spoon. [/b][/color] "I've got one already. I call him John."[/b][/color] Vincent joked.

"If I threaten then with their job I'd be left at the side of road. And they did it at night while everyone was sleeping in the bus. I had just so happened to be up, and I finished all the red bull, and needed to restock the mini fridge."[/color] Vincent told her. "Yeah, that'll be cool. I could always use the help if it happens again."[/color] He said.